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Game Called War
Hip-Hop/Rap
Game Called War was released on March 2, 2024 by We$oclever as a part of the album F*r the L*ve of G*d
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Release DateMarch 2, 2024
LabelWe$oclever
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
We$oclever
We$oclever
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
We$oclever
We$oclever
Songwriter
Gage Wilson
Gage Wilson
Composer
Tanner wohlford
Tanner wohlford
Composer

Lyrics

(WSC made this shit)
Let's settle the score who gone top this shit
mane the 843 ain poppin' no hits
put my blood, sweat, tears into all of this shit
jus to find out everything ain even worth it (Fuck)
In the all black genny got the glockie tucked
thinkin' you that pimp, gone get yo shit touched
better back down boy, gone get yo shit fucked
that's why you layin' in the amb with yo head pulled up
I'm thinkin' about my family n the shit I
coulda done right distant memories I let em
fade while I smoke this glass pipe, she telling
me that she love me but the devil be playing both sides
my mind ain never stable cried these diamonds for my
wrist watch
Aye
blank page, no thoughts
black keys, no top
push the start mane I'm on the go
Aye
block hot glock cocked
2 thots, 2 opps get em dropped
mane who want the smoke? (Pa)
Pullin' up with the gat (Boom)
Layin' him on his ass (Fool)
betta not get to talkin'
I got them stalkers that be on the move
Rollin' up with my slime (Smoke)
Breakin' them pills I'm dyin' (Let's go)
crankin' up in that foreign got me swerving
damn near off the road
Pullin' up with the gat (Boom)
Layin' him on his ass (Fool)
betta not get to talkin'
I got them stalkers that be on the move
Rollin' up with my slime (Smoke)
Breakin' them pills I'm dyin' (Let's go)
crankin' up in that foreign got me swerving
damn near off the road
Sometimes I rewind and I fuel the hate
Confine inside my mind all the time
I just always make mistakes
There must be more to life
Put down my self-esteem to decay
But playa I be fuckin' Shinin' at the end of the day
So isn't that enough? (Shinin')
Yappa loaded Watch it solider Coppin Oz's
Gotta go bitch, y'all don't know me
N Ion give a fuck, you don't gotta know me
Lost control I gotchu tho
What's poppin bro, A pot of gold?
Well fuckin' A, Ion even know what to say
Been honest open tryna cope
Wit slits on my wrists
Been spending lots of time lately
In this endless abyss
Seems a whole lot cheeper
to forget than forgive
A couple jiggas, couple lines
A bump, a point, a fucking hit
Pay no mind don't waste your time
No diamonds on my wrist bitch
I question my existence
Push up n get defensive
Presha hittin' making it hard
To keep these commitments
Suffocating under this weight
I almost feel demented
Mental illness recently upstairs
beating me senseless
Taking my remorse
n contorting it to a weapon
Feeling like I'll neva seek more
Been needing direction
Feeling like it's all just a ploy
To get my attention
Written by: Gage Wilson, Tanner wohlford, We$oclever
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